As the wind blew and rustled the large trees it sent shivers though the Forrest, as the damp spring weather started to settle in. The frail twigs and branches of the nests blew aimlessly as the mother birds struggled to keep their young ones warm. Even though the lack of sun, it didn't cease to change the joy that filled the Forrest. A common occurrence every spring that changes every family when a nest full of chicks hatch. As all the other families bring chicks into the world it seems like there are many obstacles you have to over come, But my mom she does it alone. I am not really sure where my father went, I just know ever since I was young he hasn't been in my life. The little attention I got was sometimes was a good thing. It allowed …show more content…
Being the curious bird I was I set out on a mission to see if I could spot new things. I made my way towards the edge of the nest digging my claws into the small twigs that our nest was composed of. I looked far and realized how amazing this was. All I wanted was to see more. I leaned over the edge to check out my surrounds, but just at that moment a gust of wind quickly swept me off my feet. I was in shock as the wind was hurling me to the ground making everything a blur. It was a hard landing thats for sure. Slightly discombobulated I gradually rose to my feet and tried to make the best of the situation. I looked around to find out where I was at, and I definitely did not recognize any of my surroundings. I couldn't just stand there though, there was so much to see and so little time. I sure mom wouldn't mind if I looked around for a bit I said, at least thats what I …show more content…
I searched everywhere I could see only to find a few small berries that had fallen off some bushes. I ate what I could find and quickly kept going on my trek. I dragged my feet along to the point where I wasn’t even thinking about what I was doing or where I was going. Finally after hours of hopelessly wandering I decided to stop to rest for a few minutes so I could get back to my journey. Drifting off into a sleep where Minutes turned into hours and hours turned into days. I dreamt of being able to soar high in the sky attracting all the ladies. My dream continued and I led myself to believe it was true, until I was abruptly woken by the unusual sounds. Right away I knew I was dyeing, but stopped to realize I was only being dramatic. I wasn't entirely sure what I had found, but I was sure it was the one thing my mom told me to stay away from. I never liked being told what to do, but then again mama knows best right? I wasn't just going to stand there and watch as things whizzed fast paced by me. I got up and brushed myself off and started out towards a new adventure. Not to far into it I remembered my mission to try and get home. I was stuck
Before I started school, he and I would enjoy each other's company as he ate a peanut butter and banana sandwich. He would stop by our house at lunchtime and would sometimes let me go along to deliver the mail. I loved going with him because it made me feel very important and needed. My dad would hand me stacks of letters to put into the mailboxes as we went along the route. I would even skip school some days to go with him.
As night struck I collapsed in my bed exhausted from the day, I felt like I’ve never done that much labor since we first came to Salem. I woke up early afternoon only to see a letter that my dad wrote stating he was going on a hunting trip. Every wednesday I take care of the chickens along with my sister Tara, our chicken coop is a couple of feet from our house and is home to about 12 chickens that are always rowdy.
“Many years ago, there was a bird that just didn’t seem to fit in, this odd little bird tried to join a flock of seagulls and they refused him, he moved on but the crow said he was much too tiny. He searched everywhere looking for a place to call home, but all the other birds wanted nothing to do with this odd character. He wondered, why they were refusing his… until one day he discovered he had a unique quality that no other birds could understand, you see this strange creature was the only bird on the face of the earth that could actually fly
A nest lies empty on top a forked branch of an old oak tree. Last spring children play, young lovers whisper into each others ear, and the elderly relax under that tree. When they do, they can hear the quiet chirps of little hungry baby blue-jays. The little blue-jays chirp until the mother blue-jay returns with food . Afterwards, one attempts to fly and fall out of the nest. The mother blue-jay then quickly swoops down and catches the little one before he hits the ground. The baby jay can always depend on his mother when he needs her, but she knows that one day he will no longer rely on her. On that day, instead of plummeting to his death, the young blue-jay will spread his wings and fly away. He will fly straight into the setting sun never looking back. Slowly all of the young will fly away and leave the mother alone in the nest. However, mothers do not always handle this situation calmly. In "The Possessive," Sharon Olds conjures intense images of betrayal and utilizes war as a metaphor to express a mother's emotion as her daughter leaves the nest. The poem reflects the separation anxiety the mother undergoes as she witnesses her daughter mature and distance herself.
I was the youngest of three children by five years. My dad and I always enjoyed a strong bond. Simply put, we ‘got each other’. He offered me a great deal of encouragement, coupled with an equal amount of responsibility. We enjoyed engaging in intellectual, challenging and stimulating conversations. My friends and friends of my siblings loved to hang out at our house and enjoyed being around my dad. He cared a lot, about everyone, offered unbiased advice and was always supportive and encouraging. I believe he epitomized the autho...
When I was four years old my father left home. Not only he changed neighborhood or town but he left the country. It may seem that I was too young to notice his absence, but the truth is that this changed my life completely. I was quite close to my father and even today I can remember the emptiness that I felt in my chest. At four years of age I did not realize that behind the story of his departure was one of the greatest life lessons that he taught me.
Growing up without my dad always within the household was a struggle I did not ask for. He would be with us for a year or two, then leave for a while, but oddly swore that he could buy my love by dangling a dollar sign over my head whenever he’d return. Through my life experiences, I have acquired knowledge through experiences, rather than lectures.
Nature is a very beautiful thing in this world. Even at times when it seems as if nothing is beautiful. Whenever I go to the Mines of Spain Nature Preserve, in Dubuque, I think of my friend Karl. Walking on the trails reminds me of all the bugs that used to bother us as we journeyed to our special cliff. He used to jump up and down, waving his hands in the air as if his actions were going to make the bugs disappear. Of course the bugs were still there, and I had my laughs for the day! We would walk together on the trail slowly, and watch all the wilderness around us. There are so many trees and bushes, and during the fall there are the greatest colors of leaves imaginable. Occasionally we would see and hear an animal or two climbing the trees of crossing our path ahead. There are a few streams along this path. The water runs slowly and smoothly, even when in runs over the stones that are in the stream. Karl used to jump in and get both of us wet. It didn't matter how mad I got, because after I would l...
I stood there in amazement. A tingle surged throughout my whole body. It was a rush of excitement I had never felt before in my life. When my eyes hit her angelic little body, they froze and I couldn't think or acknowledge anything else around me. The world seemed to stop, hold its place in time, just for that perfect moment. While she slept I stared at this precious little angel. My hands quivered as I slowly reached down to touch her little fingers and feel the softness of her skin. I ran the tips of my fingers very gently across her smooth face, and right away, I fell in love. Then my brother said, "I can wake her up so you can hold her." I was ecstatic, I was finally going to meet her! As I held her, I stared into her gorgeous blue eyes and knew instantly that I would love and cherish her forever with all my heart.
Growing up,I had always wanted to know what it's like to have the presence of my father in my life. At the age of 7 I asked my mother if I could write a letter to him. Thrilled at the gesture, my mother agreed to my proposition. I began writing my letter with the help of mother. I included stories about how great of a father he is and the time when he traveled from America back to Vietnam to see us. At the end of the
I cried in my room for hours wishing my dad would not go, a whole month without him seemed like the end of the world. I would have no one to play hockey with, no one to tuck me in at night and no one to eat donuts with every Friday. My dad tried to console me but I was too angry to listen to him, I suddenly hated my grandpa for causing my dad to leave me alone. At the airport my dad gave me a long hug and told me to be brave since I was now “the man of the house,” (even though I am a girl), I had to take care of my mom. Promptly this made me suck in my tears and stop acting like a “loser.” It was hard repressing my feelings, seeing my dad leave made my eyes tear severely but I held them back, the man of the house does not cry. Time went by faster when I was at school, I had less time to miss my dad. About two weeks later, my mom got a call from India, my grandpa had died. My mom broke down crying, she slammed the phone across the room into the wall. I felt scared to appr...
The dark, burnt red house with wood siding and white trim sat in the middle of a large green yard. My brothers and I spent many hours outside. We fed and played with our pets and various farm animals that lived in the scattered outbuildings. An old refrigerator turned on its side, with the ends cut off, had been turned into a rabbit hutch. As I turned the handle to open the oversized chicken coop, the hens clucked and jumped off the roost. In the frantic exit ou...
It was finally fall break. I was visiting my grandma for a few days. Well past dinnertime, I pulled up to the white stately home in northern rural Iowa. I parked my car, unloaded my bag and pillow, and crunched through the leaves to the front porch. The porch was just how I had seen it last; to the right, a small iron table and chairs, along with an old antique brass pole lamp, and on the left, a flowered glider that I have spent many a summer afternoon on, swaying back and forth, just thinking.
One day in the midst of summer, my friend Mike and I got off from a hard day of work and were on our way to the mall. While at work we had planned to meet a few people there. I was going to be seeing my friend Jessica who I had not talked to in years. Before leaving, we stopped off at our houses, took showers, and got ready. As I anxiously waited on the stairs for his car to roll into the driveway, my mom said, “Be careful and do not drive like an idiot.” I obviously said alright and she was on her way. Minutes later I see my friend Mike pull into the driveway. I slipped my feet into my shoes and got in his car. We were almost to the mall when his phone rang. He picked it up and said, “Hello?” It was my mom and she wanted to speak to me. Upon putting the phone to my ear she told me that I had to come home right away. She said that my dad had just gotten into a car crash and that I had to come home and watch my sister. I did not know how to break the news to Mike, that what we were anticipating all day would not happen. He was upset, but he understood what was going on. I came home thinking it was the same old same old; he had gotten hit by a drunk driver, the car got totaled, and he was fine.
He would always help with my school work and assignments. Dad was just an all-round loveable